We didn't have time to return from the Crimea, where we walked our friend's husband, when the friend herself began to drip on my brains, when will we go to buy a tour to Goa?
The pink wine drunk in the evening painted the world around in a similar color. The evening was amazing. The night is quiet, no breeze, no wave splash, no songs, no dances.
This morning we made a second attempt to use base gallons. This time everything worked out for us, we just forgot to put a divider on the stove, and the flame burned somewhere in the wrong place.